The Belles of St. Trinian's Page #7

Bella pinched him because she wants

her dad's horse to win.

But we nipped in

and swiped him from her, didn't we?

Yes!

Why didn't you take the animal back

to the stables? Why bring him here?

Because if we took him back now,

they'd nobble him.

One of the stableboys is in their pay.

Then surely the most sensible thing

would have been to phone the police.

Just what I told 'em.

You can't go dragging a reputable

racehorse like him from pillar to post.

Certainly not!

How do you propose to get him back?

Fatima's father arrives at London Airport

at six in the morning.

She's going to phone him.

And tell him the horse is here? Half the

school appearing in the juvenile courts?

She's right. We don't want

our good name dragged through the mud.

Of course not.

There is only one thing to do.

The animal must be taken out of here

secretly at dawn.

Fatima can ride it back to the stables

and say that she found him straying.

- That's a wizard idea!

- Yes!

Meanwhile, I shall telephone to the police

anonymously, Harry,

and tell them about that stableboy.

Oh, what a dame, eh?

Now, set your alarms, girls,

for six o'clock.

Yes, Miss Fritton.

And I want every girl here

to promise on her Guide's honour

not to breathe a word about this.

We promise, Miss Fritton.

It's Parents' Day tomorrow,

so I want every single shred of evidence

that the horse has been here removed.

Yes, Miss Fritton!

Now, off to your bed at once, girls!

As quickly as you can.

And remember that St Trinian's expects

that every fourth-form girl,

tomorrow morning, will do her duty.

Yes, Miss Fritton.

- Good night, girls!

- Night, Miss Fritton!

Good night, lady. Good night!

- Harry, this way.

- Of course.

Bella! Bella! Wake up!

Oh, I'll brain you!

The fourth form

have got a horse in the dorm.

You're

Crazy'

See for yourself! It's looking

out of the window. Think it's Arab Boy?

I say, look at Arab Boy!

He's got his head out the window!

Get him back quickly!

Ah, now, don't worry, Pop.

He's in that dormitory to stay.

But we're going to need help

when things hot up.

How long will you be? Oh, you'd better

warn the boys it's Parents' Day today.

We can't have the police

dragged into this.

OK. We'll hold the fort till then.

So long!

OK. They're on their way.

- Where's Gladys?

- Working on the dormitory door.

Celeste, you go down and see

if the coast is clear.

It's locked!

- It can't be!

- Who's done that? Blimey!

- How's it going, kids?

- It'd take a tank to get out of there.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are faced with open rebellion.

The sixth form have imprisoned

the fourth form in their dormitory,

I regret to say with a racehorse.

- Not this Arab Boy?

- Yes, this Arab Boy.

It is absolutely imperative

that it runs today for all our sakes.

- Our sakes?

- Yes. I have put the school funds on it.

So if you want to collect your salaries,

you must help to release it.

So the jolly old stipend

is on a non-runner!

Now I propose to storm the barricades.

I am sure that if we make one

consulted charge, we shall carry the clay.

So, arm ourselves and follow me.

There is not one moment to lose!

You see, I think the men should go first.

They did last time when the bishop came.

I say, look here. Must we?

I say, shall we utter frightful war cries?

That, I feel, is optional.

But remember Napoleon's precept

that the essence of attack is surprise.

Come along now. Quietly. Quickly. Shh.

Shh.

- Are you ready?

- Yes.

Advance!

Do you think you can make it, Fritters?

I've got to. I've got to!

What on earth is happening?

ls anything wrong?

The natives have risen, old sport!

Miss Crawley, do you still wish to

question the girls about that racehorse?

Well, I only thought-

It's the sixth form you want.

They're upstairs now. Go quickly, quickly.

Perhaps I should.

Believe me you should.

Collect her in 30 seconds.

Who's that? Harry...

'Ere, it's people!

What? The parents already? We can't

possibly let them see us like this.

Miss Buckland,

get the Brownies' campfire going at once.

Yes, Miss Fritton.

Come on, Woodley!

Here, what are we gonna do

about that mob upstairs?

When the parents

are round the Brownies' campfire,

we will renew the attack,

but this time we'll be properly armed.

Great Scot the Zulu war!

Gangway, please! Gangway!

Phew! What a weight!

Knocked cold. What'll we do with her?

- Put her in my bathroom. Lock the door.

- Lock the door?

Yes. Miss Crawley

is a police officer in disguise.

By George! We're for it now!

This means Holloway for me.

You may not be the only one,

Miss Waters. Let me see.

Harry, you appear

to be the only one unscathed.

Keep the parents at bay

until we get cleaned up.

And I feel sure that if we keep our heads,

complete disaster may yet be averted.

I'm very sorry, sir, gentlemen,

but you can't come in here.

- OK, son.

- No, no, no! Not now! Not now!

You don't want to worry about that.

There's nothing in here of interest

to you, you parents. It's outside.

- What is?

- The Brownies' campfire.

- Are you taking the rise out of us?

- No! Straight up!

They're burning good stuff. No rubbish.

Hold it, boys.

- Do you know where my daughter is?

- Upstairs, Mr Fritton.

Wait here, Benny.

You a teacher?

Erm, in a way.

- Never bargained for this sort of caper.

- No.

'Ere... them people outside,

they ain't parents.

Your brother's with 'em.

He's out there with a mob of his hobos.

- What on earth is he doing here?

- Search me.

Good morning, Millicent.

I'd like a few words with you.

And I'd like more than a few with you.

Leave us, Harry.

I wish to speak with my brother alone.

How you have the audacity,

Clarence, to show your face in here today,

I do not know.

You put Bella up to this,

so your horse wins today.

You don't give a fig

what happens to my school!

If this comes out, my girls will be

dragged through the police courts.

Why should it come out?

How can it be prevented

with a horse in a fourth-form dorm

barricaded in by Bella

and all her friends?

Clarence, you will order them

to stop this criminal lunacy at once!

Millie, I stand to lose a fortune

if Arab Boy gets there

and wins this afternoon!

I am concerned

with the reputation of my school!

Oh, I shall never, never

forgive you, Clarence!

That you should do this to me

on Parents' Day!

Parents' Day of all days!

I brought the boys down suitably dressed.

They can mix with your parents.

Why did you bring them here?

To make sure that that horse

stays here till after the race.

It is leaving here in time for the race.

I shall see to that.

- And I'll see that it doesn't.

- Hm.

I'm sorry

you're so unreasonable, Millicent.

I don't know who you're trying to phone,

but I'm afraid you'll find

you've been cut off.

Sam, Joe, Bill. Three more of you boys.

Come with me, will you?

What's happening, Florrie?

The sixths are holding the corridors.

Bella's father brought a gang to help.

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